Abhay K.
mustang

A piece of moon rests on the earth
baked for centuries

Shadows of yak herds crawl
like ants on a blinding canvas of snow

seeking ever receding meadows
—the brooks of life

The last yak herder of Dhe
silently follows them into oblivion

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